Rainy nights, packet coffees & personal thoughts
All too often in life we get so caught up in our own stress we forget to breathe. We forget to learn how to swim back up to the surface, we forget how to unlock the handcuffs, we forget how to live. And it's so saddening when we forget how to enjoy the simple life. I read an essay about a blackout a few days ago. It talked about how there was a blackout and when you expect everyone to be on their handphones, complaining about the lack of electronic devices, you see children playing with candles and fireworks, wishing that there would be a blackout on the next day too. When it blackouts, sometimes, it's almost as if God is telling you, breathe. Breathe for this period of time, think about your life, think of what you need, what you want, what you are going to do next. Because when the lights come back on, you'll return to the life that you've been dreading, the life that you have been suffocating in. Then it strikes you in the face, we don't have to wait for a blackout to happen before we sit down, think about our lives and decide, okay, I'm going to do this from now on, no more hesitations, I've made up my mind. With a mere flick of a finger, you could have a blackout, but how many of us have the courage to do that? To switch off everything and proudly declare, I've thought about it, no more stress, no more worries, no more problems, I want to live this kind of life. To us, it seems like an ideal life we all want. One filled with happiness and joy. One that is free from stress and problems. We often complain about the problems we have, but yet no one dares to reach out for it. Why? I wonder, because I, myself, wouldn't dare to do it. Humans are such strange beings.